Cleansed, the sky’s womb
Hangs open, empty and bare
Atop the shoulders
Of an Earth flooded and without air
Like ants, it scatters
All of this dead world’s bairn
Each still convinced they matter
In the arrogance they share
Bones lean together
Forming monuments to myths
Vulgar tributes to the life we lived
Before the coming of the abyss
Cleansed, the chapels loom
So vacant, free of life
Beneath the silence of
Each truth its priests would cry
Like lambs to slaughter
They sacrifice for nought
Drowning their sons and daughters
In the ignorance they’ve wrought
The acolytes of an unraveled faith will live on
And tread in the valleys where their congregants will rot
I am but a witness to the undoing of our race
Seeking higher ground and the ending of the rain
Cleansed, the Earth entombed
Sits lowly, empty, bare
Beneath the emptiness
Of a silent god’s blank stare
Cleansed, the chapels loom
So vacant, free of life
Beneath the silence of
Their father’s empty sky
Words pour from the lying mouths
Of prophets so devout
Never again to be shut out
They’re the last remaining sound
Cleansed, the chapels loom
So vacant, free of life
Beneath the silence of
Each truth its priests would cry
Like lambs to slaughter
They sacrifice for nought
Drowning their sons and daughters
In the ignorance they’ve wrought
Droning to no one
Their words drift through the dark
Vulgar iterations of what’s lost
In the teachings they impart
I am but a worshipper of the void by which we’re graced
Seeking higher ground in the sharing of my pain
I am but a bard without the voice to recreate
The horrors of the answers to the prayers we prayed
Those quickest to kill will live that we’re maintained
And we’re reborn, inheriting poisonous traits
Hangs open, empty and bare
Atop the shoulders
Of an Earth flooded and without air
Like ants, it scatters
All of this dead world’s bairn
Each still convinced they matter
In the arrogance they share
Bones lean together
Forming monuments to myths
Vulgar tributes to the life we lived
Before the coming of the abyss
Cleansed, the chapels loom
So vacant, free of life
Beneath the silence of
Each truth its priests would cry
Like lambs to slaughter
They sacrifice for nought
Drowning their sons and daughters
In the ignorance they’ve wrought
The acolytes of an unraveled faith will live on
And tread in the valleys where their congregants will rot
I am but a witness to the undoing of our race
Seeking higher ground and the ending of the rain
Cleansed, the Earth entombed
Sits lowly, empty, bare
Beneath the emptiness
Of a silent god’s blank stare
Cleansed, the chapels loom
So vacant, free of life
Beneath the silence of
Their father’s empty sky
Words pour from the lying mouths
Of prophets so devout
Never again to be shut out
They’re the last remaining sound
Cleansed, the chapels loom
So vacant, free of life
Beneath the silence of
Each truth its priests would cry
Like lambs to slaughter
They sacrifice for nought
Drowning their sons and daughters
In the ignorance they’ve wrought
Droning to no one
Their words drift through the dark
Vulgar iterations of what’s lost
In the teachings they impart
I am but a worshipper of the void by which we’re graced
Seeking higher ground in the sharing of my pain
I am but a bard without the voice to recreate
The horrors of the answers to the prayers we prayed
Those quickest to kill will live that we’re maintained
And we’re reborn, inheriting poisonous traits
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